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What is it like 
To build happiness with Sand 
Chasing things 
We don’t understand 
In our free time 
Idolizing time 
Making it a Giant 
In our mind 
 
Sacrificing the soul for money 
O what does it profit a man 
I keep chasing things I don’t understand 
And want to be everywhere but where I am 
I want to avoid regret 
A puppet in a game of chess 
am I the player or the pawn 
Even the player isn’t the creator 
 
Every thought begins in a maze 
Waiting to escape 
Do I want to be free? 
And let this one go 
That I do not know 
My identity used to be 
A collection of thoughts 
I let each one go 
Now I’m skeleton and bones 
 
Empty like a well without water 
My Giants keep getting taller 
In empty space I keep getting smaller 
The void and pain increasing, I can no longer hold 
But there is a promise I hold on to 
 
I will see the goodness of the lord 
In the land of the living 
And that gives me hope